In search of meaning,
Or not,
In the chase of progress
For existence,
For the getting of goods,
In peace or in war —

The time will come,
No difference of races,
It will open to all,
Even the blind:
We fussed about,
Fought helplessly
For His order,
As a remembrance for His books,

We jostled as balls
In His pot.
We bubbled,
Newly arrived travelers.